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Carl really should have known better. Maybe he secretly did. He was foolish to challenge a Pokemon in the ring, especially since that Pokemon was a Machamp named Maverick, a four-armed creature made almost entirely of muscle with a genetic love for brawling. Given that that Machamp held every title she could at the gym, the name was fitting.

It wasn't often one saw a female Machamp. Their genetics were predisposed to producing males but females did exist, and they were never any less imposing. Maverick was however clearly a female with her thick breasts and pronounced hips and ass. Along with the black speedo which Machamps were known for, she had a matching sports bra. Her nipples poked into the fabric and made protrusions.

Boxing fanatic and lab rat Carl watched with an admiring, dozy smile as Maverick cracked all four sets of her knuckles and stretched her legs. She was smaller than him at only five feet - Carl was a few inches under six feet - but her musculature made up for the height difference in spades. Carl was lithe and quick. It was going to be a quick fight if she got any of her hands on him.

Somebody outside the ring rang the bell and the Machamp was on Carl before he knew it. It hadn't been his intention to outright throw the fight. Machamps loved a good spar and he had the feeling that being tough was part of the mating dance. She floored him anyway. He hit the mat with one wicked punch to the solar plexus and he sprawled where he lay. The bell hadn't even stopped reverberating before it rang again.

In a show of good sportsmanship, Maverick pulled Carl up to his feet and steadied him. Though she was basically mute as most Pokemon were apt to be, she gave him a thoughtful look.

"I'm all right," Carl sighed. "You hit like a bus, you know that?" Maverick twisted her pale yellow lips up into a smirk and she tickled up under his chin.

A tickle was an open invitation to flirt as far as Carl was concerned. He couldn't keep his beady red eyes off of her tits which she seemed to be pouting out. Might as well go for broke, you survived the fight, Carl told himself. "Heh, hey, I'm serious," he winked, "you're pretty damn tough. I like that in a lady."

Now Maverick quirked up one of her eye ridges and shot Carl an aside glance. Are you hitting on me? said the look. The grin and the bob of his eyebrows Carl shot back said hell yeah I am, baby.

Maverick was an understandably headstrong girl and she often got what she wanted. She wasn't opposed to dipping her toes outside her species - and apparently neither was the rat. Getting laid in the ring with a gathering audience was even more fun.

A rumble denoting some lewd feeling welled up in Maverick's thick chest when she pushed herself on Carl. He fell back against the turnbuckle of the ring with a squeak and he let loose another, louder squeak when the Machamp shoved a meaty hand down the front of his shorts. She took hold of his penis and gave him yet another sly look. Carl couldn't help but smile proudly. "I may be on the short side, but my thing's not."

The Machamp tugged Carl's cock up and out of his shorts but his balls stayed under the waistband. Now she got a better look at it and she definitely liked what she saw. Carl packed give-or-take ten inches of meaty, pink, circumcised cock with a blunt tip. She roughly jerked it until Carl started to squirm. Then she went for a slower, gentler pace, but only just.

If Maverick was jerking him off, that made her body fair game too, so thought Carl. He reached for her tits with his warm fleshy palms and he gave them both a squeeze. Unlike most of her hard body, her breasts gave easily and Carl found the squish arousing. He rolled up her sports bra and thumbed over her bare nipples, the shade of which was a muted pink.

Most of the time, men weren't brave enough to touch back. Maverick rewarded Carl's forwardness when she pushed her tits out into his hands. He more fully cupped them with a big, wide smile. It was a short-lived treat, however. Maverick was an incredibly dominant girl and she already knew she could boss Carl around. Tugging on his hips rather than his dick, she pulled him out of the turnbuckle and tossed him to the mat where he landed on his back. Though he was winded, his cock stood up strong enough to make a sundial shadow on his body.

Just as Carl raised his head to get a look at her, Maverick tugged down the speedo and did away with the sports bra altogether. Where her pussylips met was a faint crease of pink flesh. The moisture was lost in the dew of sweat all over her body.

"Oh, yeah," Carl grinned as he let the Machamp come near. He stayed passive on his back but his whip tail swayed and thumped on the mat.

Maverick stood on either side of Carl's shoulders. Just to tease, she raised a foot and rubbed his nose and prominent incisors with one of her large toes. Carl huffed and licked the toe. He even tried to suckle it, anything to appease her, but she was appeased already.

Things got even more promising for Carl. Maverick twisted around so she faced down his prostrate body. Now the rodent had a perfect look at her fine ass, a round thing led up to by taut thighs. She was thick where it counted. Carl stroked up along her legs and invited her to sit with the gesture. Though it was unclear whether the rat's invitation influenced things at all, Maverick lowered herself down and with no finesse at all, she ground her ass crack against Carl's snout. His short muzzle disappeared between the round cheeks and the rat could only groan and huff into the sweaty warmth. Certainly his air was being throttled back, but that was a small price to pay for a facesitting.

It delighted Carl to no end that Maverick wasn't a passive queen. She ground her ass down on his face and she made sure he felt all of her weight, this apparent despite her steadying herself with a set of her arms. Down below the rat's shaft throbbed and drooled pre steadily and Maverick clutched it in one of her two-toed feet, the toes of which proved to be very strong and dexterous. They expertly handled Carl's aching penis and that spurred the rat both to a groan and to action.

Carl's nose was wedged in Maverick's asshole almost to the point of penetration but his tongue was free to slop across her cunt. He did just that with the most messy laps imaginable. The reverence was implied. Just as he worshiped her lower half with his tongue and snuffled her musk needfully with his nose, he fondled her breasts in his hands and often squeezed them. Maverick seemed to like it rough and Carl obliged her by twisting and pinching her nipples. It was a vicious cycle that led her to outright abuse his meat with her strong toes by often squeezing it to the point of turning it purple, but Carl panted away his limited air and he showed the Machamp what a good boy he was.

A benefit of her Machamp physiology was that Maverick still had another set of arms to use on Carl. Keeping braced with the upper set, she reached down with the lower set and grabbed the rat around the ankles. With a tug, she folded the rat nearly in half. Thankfully he was limber, but he still squeaked and his blush was especially vibrant then.

Carl held onto Maverick's hips almost in fear of her then, wondering in excitement just how the Machamp planned to abuse him to her own gratification. Air was coming to be in short supply but his tongue kept right at it, slaving over her dripping cunt to show his true colors.

Maverick glanced at the crowd that was pooling around the ring. Girls watching in disbelief and hot bodybuilder guys jerking it to what they saw. It put a smirk on her face. Maverick always loved putting on a show, but that had no influence on what she did next. All she wanted was pleasure.

With a grunt, the Machamp let Carl's legs drop and she rolled off of him in one swift jerk aside. Carl's snout stayed wedged in her ass crack well enough for him to be pulled onto his side before he slipped loose and even then he was delirious in what he assumed to be sexual bliss. It was actually oxygen deprivation and he had sparkles in his vision.

Lasciviously all the same and with his erection especially strong from the breathplay, Carl lunged on Maverick and caught her off guard. He fell against her just as she was twisting around onto her butt. His face hit her soft breasts and he nuzzled into them, earning a pet down the back of his head from the muscular Pokemon. That was all the sweetness Carl got from her before she grabbed for his hips with her lower set of arms and his wrists with the upper set. Carl could only squeak and blush. Now his lucidity was returning to him and he understood how completely deferent he was to Maverick. His snout was damp with the sweat of her ass crack and his tongue still tingled from the flavor of her musk. He belonged to her and he embraced the notion.

Knowing that she and Carl scratched the itches the other had made Maverick happy, but not as happy as sex did. She smooched his snout and thoughtfully sniffed her own musk off of him while he sweetly kissed back. Barely a moment later she jumped to her feet and she rammed Carl through the ropes, tangling the top and middle around his torso. While he struggled and bitched, Maverick made it clear that he was going to stay put when she straddled his hips, still pointing into the ring, and inelegantly impaled herself on his aching cock. Carl shuddered and went stiff as a board.

Taking full advantage of the seesaw effect, Maverick gripped all four of Carl's limbs in her stout arms and she levered him in the ropes. It was disorienting and even humiliating to the rat, but having his swollen, drooling cock driven in and plucked out of that slick cunt so smoothly and frequently made up for the indignity. With someone like Carl, though, indignity was part of the fun.

It was coming to be both funny and arousing for the crowd who watched Carl helplessly pivot on the ropes. He tried everything he could to stop and steady himself but Maverick was understandably too strong to overpower. She watched his limber body as she seesawed it up and down over and over and she rumbled in her lewd way for all of the pleasure it brought her. That tight-lipped snatch of hers was milking his cock for everything it was worth and she fully expected him to fill her to the brim. For as much as Carl was gasping, grunting and clenching his teeth, that expectation would probably be met.

"Ugh, ah," Carl groaned, "babe, this is fucking great, but you're giving me sea sickness here."

Maverick snickered and yanked Carl back through the ropes which tweaked his snout and made him squeak again. With a purposeful lack of grace she let him thump onto the mat and then she dived on him before slamming her cunt back down onto his cock so hard and fast that the mat bounced.

All bets were off now. Maverick pounded her hips down on Carl's crotch hard enough to keep the whole ring bouncing like a honeymoon bed. Carl did his meager part by grinding up into her but it was all Maverick's game - she had the four meaty arms, she had the round ass, she was the alpha bitch and Carl was her boytoy. He liked that arrangement then more than ever as he watched her thick tits jiggle and he suffered her fine ass bouncing on him.

Moaning and huffing soon became Carl's regular noises. Maverick let loose some of her own but she was far more in control. Soon she leaned over the rat and he was anything but shy about fondling her breasts. "Ah, fu-u-uck, I hope you like a good creampie, babe," he bleated.

Then more than ever, Maverick ruthlessly bounced on Carl to coax out his orgasm. In doing so, she agitated herself right over the edge with that big, strong dick of his. As her climax struck, she gasped and clenched down like a vise while squirting, soaking Carl's cock and shorts. From then on she didn't bounce but she kept grinding down into the rat whom grabbed her ass and slopped his tongue out of his mouth in piggish bliss.

Within mere moments of his cock being strangled by Maverick's climaxing snatch, Carl let loose too. He cried out and wrapped his arms around Maverick. She did the same with one set of her arms, pulling him in close and squishing his face into her heaving, sweaty tits. Every inch of Maverick's body shuddered as Carl's thick ejaculate filled her up and oozed out of the imperfect seal. There they both lay with curling toes and heaving bodies until the Machamp carelessly let go of Carl and stood up straight. His spunk ran down her thighs.

All Carl could do was peer up at her with a coquettish grin. "I'll lose to you anytime you want, babe."

From the look Maverick gave him, Carl imagined she was telling him it's a date.